what pulls

What pulls so at imaginations' edge?
A crisp turned page all blended from seasons past?
Could be. Possibly yearnings to add more to the ledger from 'out there'.
Or the sad reality: tethered by chains personally made.
Next season, next year, next time around.

about some time...

Movement is seen on the horizon
a gentle change in the winds' direction
lingering posture as if listening,
watching
the nervous drumming of fingers
on the desk top
on the car fender
it is about some time
about some time now.

In the crowd

I haunted the crowd
like some lost spectre
in search of...who?
and of what to say?
A pause now and then
free-flow chit-chat
easy laughter, hugs, slaps on backs
then a return to wandering,
sifting through humanity-
A quiet exit.

Add it too

When the swirl of it all finds its' pause and the dusty maze stands none too tall
a parched lipped word began, staggers to a fall
caught in a fatal drift, endless possibilities start to shift
bow down, the eyes won't lift
can it be an end? No, that defeated thought to bend
cracked to the quick, never to mend
The scent of something fair chances by, then where?
pick up the step: a dream is the dare.

Related Thought

" It was an interesting look into the fascinating maze of the human mind..." I snapped to, but the conversation had, what? Moved on? Looking about no connection could be made to any one at hand. I had been in a semi-doze...I think. Or just remembering. In-a-fish-bowl-feeling crept up again. I wiped my forehead, but no sweat was evident and a deep breath just brought on a coughing fit. Biting my lower lip I gave a quick pan of the room then lowered my eyes, focusing on my nervous hands.

Storm Watch

Yesterday afternoon the sky dropped down and one wicked storm issued forth. I've never seen one with such violent intent. The hedges bordering the backyard bowed with the crazy dance and surprisingly, only one tree ended roots-up. The fear went a notch higher as the gusting wind made a radical change in direction. Of course before long the dark grey gave way to puffy white on blue.( Make your own correlation to life in general). An hour latter I had the rock saw out... all is good, spring is interesting.

Realy?

Just wait for what? What a long dry spell. I recon that is the way of the blog. Can afford to get chatty once more. But who will read it? Been a slim time of it even in the past. Must just mostly serve for me to air out the toys in the attic. Or have I surely gone fishing? That is for others to state. But for me to yammer away...

Warm weather, what a long winter it was. The daffodills were the latest I can ever remember them showing. But they have been lasting longer, so that is fine with me. Tulips are fixin' to let loose and I want to get in my rig and drive out for rockhounding. Thats my thing. What? You got a problem with that? You can just take it up with, well, with some one else baby! I'm rockin' on outta here soon as possible. Lay low: getting old.